Two weeks ago, I walked into the bathroom horrified to find that Lulu had put 4 suppositories in her mouth(baby laxatives). I called the poison control bawling, they reassured me and said that everything should be OK. But the fun wasn't over, no sir. The next couple of nights were a little short from fireworks. Found this little number in a poo coma, and... it wasn't the last. The crib is a hand-me-down of Cherie's and she claims that it is cursed. Let me explain, every one of her kiddos smeared poo on, in between and through the bars. I am pretty sure that Lulu ate some as well. Gross. True love to clean up something like that baby girl, true love.
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